desert ride

he picked her up, 

a hitch hiker in these days and times

outdated move given the times

so un-groovy, so far from the 60's

she didn't care, 

she didn't keep up with current events

or trends, she just accepted the ride

after all she was into getting from 

point A to B, important stuff

didn't care about fashion

or making a statement

no fragrant hair or painted lips

boarded the suv and kept him company 

down the southern highway

headed for the new mexican desert town of sedona

but he had other ambitions

two thirds down the road and driving

making loose conversation 

he pulled it over and told her to get out

which she did

he tried to pull out his gun but she cut it off

took control of his car

kicked him to the shoulder and shot him

in the groin severing a femoral artery

which stained the gravel red

she sped off

arrived in sedona 5 hours later

she got a job as a tour guide in the high desert

no one ever tracked the crime back to her

didn't matter anyway, 

'cause we dear reader(s) 

know he was the perpetrator

the dirt bag that tried to molest, 

rape and then murder her 

converted to a road kill 

deprived the vultures' feast due to

a road crew that bagged the corpse

in the early morn'

and tossed it into their county garbage truck